*Brandon is home! We picked him up at the airport last night.
Too bad he leaves again Thursday night. However, it's just for school, so he'll be home the following Sunday (which is next Sunday; you know, the one after this one).
*#1 is not home --but she will be on Wednesday night! Or Thursday sometime. Not sure on the timeline (it's a long drive).
*The "aren't you due soon?" questions aren't bothering me as much lately. Maybe it's because they haven't been accompanied with "are you sure you're not having twins?"
*When my house is clean, I am happy. In fact, I've decided that the cleanliness of my house is in direct correlation to my ability to be happy. I'm not surprised, seeing how I'm kind of a control-freak --or as I like to say it "able to ascertain one's sense of order."
But anyway, the house is clean, and therefore I am happy. I know that it is not always clean, and at times I am actually happy when it is not clean (or at least the happiness is not connected to the cleanliness), but I would be a big, fat liar if I said my house in chaos and disarray (et al. DIRTY) didn't bug the heck out of me. Because it does. Now, dear reader, what about YOUR house? Honestly, my happiness has absolutely nothing to do with the order and cleanliness of your house. In fact, I don't care how you keep your house. I will still love you and visit you and not judge you in any form. I promise. I just can't do the same for me.
Now, ain't that grand?
*#4 has shown signs of wanting to potty-train. I can blame this on all his father, who (in a moment of weakness, I must say, although he disagrees --of course) showed #4 the toilet and explained how he could go in there. #4 took him up on it (and hallelujah that I was not home at the time!) and tried to go by himself --on the big toilet! No, no --there was no falling in, but I do remember hearing a tale of some messiness. Anyway, the point is that #4 is kind of interested, and that makes me upset. I'm not ready to potty-train right now! In 3 months? 2 months? Sure! Bring it on! But not one week before I deliver another child. There is NO WAY I'm going to embark upon the potty-training with a brand new baby and a recovering body (mine). Although the idea of only one in diapers again is very appealing...
*I have decided I like Colgate toothpaste best. It's hard to explain, but I believe it has to do with the after-feeling/tingling/cleanliness.
*It's that time of the pregnancy when my body has turned into a combustion chamber. Or melting pot. Or sweat-dripping-from-every-pore-no-matter-what-time-of-day-it-is. And the thing is, it doesn't matter if I'm pregnant in January or July --it's always the last 3-4 weeks of the pregnancy that does it, and not the weather (although this heat is killing me. Hooray for basements!). In fact, I remember very distinctly being embarrassed in church (many weeks) in the middle of January because I couldn't stop sweating and no amount of antiperspirant was going to stop the stains from showing up.
Do you know, dear reader, I changed my shirt three times on Thursday? So I could present myself at three different venues in a respectable fashion (meaning: no pit stains)? Yeah. It's that bad. Aren't you glad I told you?
*Toblerone is an awesome candy bar. I love it.
*Have you ever worried about something you really had no control over? Me, too.
*My cousin got married two weeks ago. We couldn't attend (it was in Canada), but we did go to one of their receptions last night here in Utah County. Seeing them all spiffed up in their awesome wedding clothes, eating reception food, seeing the presents, and dancing made me think about my own wedding --and I realized how OLD I am. It's been 10 1/2 years since my wedding, and since I'm one of the oldest cousins (on both sides of my family --heck! Brandon is the oldest grandchild on his side), there were no little kids at the wedding. In fact, I think the youngest was...7? 8? It was strange to be at a wedding with my kids running around (a lot of kids, in fact) and realizing that they were nieces and nephews as well as "the cousin's" kids. So weird. Even weirder was seeing how gorgeous my cousin was and realizing I just don't look like that anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong --I'm totally somethin'! (haha) But nothing like that.
*I only have a few things left to do this week for the baby: set up bassinet, register at the hospital, pack my bags, and...that's pretty much it! Oh, and relax. Except when I relax, I go into labor. Maybe I'll wait until Brandon's back again to relax...
*What's on your mind?